Sorry to go all quiet on y’all, but the truth is I almost didn’t survive Spring Break. Just when I thought I’d loose my mind, Jeff whisked me off for a weekend of shopping and hot naked sex in the Big Easy. Man I love that city and that man. They both always seemed to know just what I need.

Last night as we were wandering around the French Quarter, I expressed some concern about possibly getting separated and only having a dollar bill, lip gloss and an ID on my person. He promptly spun me around, pointed to the street sign and strongly suggested I follow it down to the Harrah’s casino at which point I was to hope that being a regular tithe payer was enough for God to smile on me and turn my dollar into enough money to get safely back home. See why I love that man?

This morning, while sitting on a bench, we actually watched the Quarter wake up and come to life. At 10 am. It was beautiful. See why I love that city?

Tomorrow I will return to NOLA to met up with Bossy AND BRING HER HOME. TO MY HOUSE.

I know you want my life. You can hate me if you want to. I understand.